Day 1529, who.
A white bridge
spanning a dark
~
crosses me
to a side
~
I don’t know who
I will meet
over there
within me
Day 1528, fog.
Through all the fog
I see
in the morning
~
I walk
still
to the other side
of the bridge
that I don’t see
~
but know
Day 1527, weighted
I throw out
these thin
weighted lines
~
every now
~
and than
I hope to find
a depth
that tells me
if I am climbing up
or down
Day 1526, empty space.
I see trough
or around
what you are made off
Day 1525, to the other.
The road we walk
to the other
is
~
suspended by dreams
searching upwards
to attach a reality
~
it feels real
the end is just
not in sight
Day 1523, ok.
We pull
on each
the other
we push
~
we lean
with each
the other
way
Day 1522, atmosphere.
A perfect sphere
underneath
the clouds
~
where silence
has a last word
and we listen
Day 1521, links.
I see
these links that formed
illusive at first
through the blinders
~
but look
lean back
and the road followed
is clear
Day 1520, behind.
From some angles
what you know
can disappear
behind a void
Day 1519, before and.
It’s hard to imagine
what I see
~
even afterwards
Day 1518, it seems.
A thin line
that seems
is going nowhere
Day 1517, complicated.
I still follow the lines
that life throws
in front of me
~
maybe
I should have grabbed one
Day 1516, turn on.
The switch to turn on
is not always clear
or in my hand
Day 1515, look.
Something looks
in the dark
at me
but only
when I
~
remember
Day 1513, scattered.
